Monthly Archives: August 2010

The old man felt a hard jolt and the bike started to go down. He kicked down hard with his left boot, throttled and steered into the skid; rear tire biting, throwing grass, dirt, and gravel in the air. He damn … Continue reading →

The ’77 FXR rested in the center the old stained wooden floor. Two Triumphs, a Norton Commando, and a couple K model Harleys in various states of repair and disrepair were parked along the dingey poster-covered east wall. Decades of … Continue reading →

The ride from the western deserts had been a rough one. They had waited way too long, and the weather had caught them off guard. He was glad they had stockpiled some cold weather gear, hard as it was to … Continue reading →

The old, delapidated clapboard house in the rundown backstreets of North Joplin was cold. Wood stove struggling to chase away the bitter artic cold that had moved south and settled. Hard winds whistled and moaned through the spindly dead trees … Continue reading →

Amid the sporatic gunfire, the heavy iron monster tracked sharp left, squeezing up the narrow alley, past the automobiles and rubble lining it on both sides….Trying to get out of the kill zone, maybe get around behind them.The loader, anticipating … Continue reading →

He stretched out on his bed roll. The sex had just relaxed him. The weed had made him sleepy and contemplative. He had gotten used to the constant noise; his mind was starting to wander. His lady had gotten back … Continue reading →

They had finished eating and were headed down a slight hill to the beer garden; a large, patched up old circus tent with no sides. A beer bar at one end, rows of well-worn picnic tables in the middle, … Continue reading →